INT. KITCHEN – MORNING
David in his steel-and-linoleum bachelor kitchen. Julie swings into
view. Her blouse is unbuttoned two button too many, down to
mid-chest. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and lingers.
Don’t worry. You’re not my type. I like skinny musicians
with questionable talent, who tell me I’m beautiful, spend
my money and leave me for a younger super-model. That’s
You’re not really going to unbutton that many buttons –
Why not – ?
He unbuttons four buttons.
She swings out of view into the next room. Life is a series of entrances and exits for her.
(to next room)
That olive shirt you wore last night was amazing.
(out of shot)
David, you always remember the little things! It’s your only saving grace!
David grabs a racquetball bag, talks to the next room.
I’ve got a breakfast at 8:45. These early morning meeting
are a fuckin’ killer. Help yourself to whatever you want.
Set the alarm, Maria will clean up. Lock up when you go.
Bye ‘honey’! I’ll call you.
They have a comfortable, healthy, mutually satisfying, gloriously superficial relationship.